“Roarke,” Celeste whispered, “if I don’t . . . come again, it’s because I can’t come—”
“You’ve never been with me,” he said with confidence. He took two pillows and settled them under her hips, then braced himself on one arm. Her beauty enthralled him, and he felt like he was losing himself in her sweet brown eyes. “There’s a science to this.” As he spoke, he caressed her skin, loving how her body arched into his touch. The smoothest silk couldn’t match the sensation of her soft skin under his fingers. “Eighty percent of women have an orgasm through oral stimulation. Only twenty-five percent through penetration.” He hovered his lips only a hair’s breadth above hers. “Most men don’t take the time to get to know a woman’s body the way they should.” He tweaked the brown nipple of one breast, following up with a gentle massage, enjoying the contortion of her face at the pleasure.
“Every woman is different,” he continued. Even though he tried to speak in clinical terms, the husky heat of his voice betrayed his aroused state. Her moaning was starting to drive him crazy. “But every woman has a G-spot.”
“I thought that was a myth,” she said in a soft, shaky voice. Her delicate fingers reached up to caress the back of his neck.
“It’s not a myth.” He dipped his head and kissed her. She clung tighter to him. “I’m about to make you come so hard they’ll hear you for miles.”
She was halfway there already before his muscular thighs splayed her legs apart. When he pushed into her, he filled her, the muscles stretching to tighten around his wide shaft. Through the use of long, controlled strokes, the tension slowly unfurled inside of her, taking her back down the now familiar path of sensual madness.
His mouth closed over the ignored breast, and his teeth nibbled at her hardened nipple, sending a shock of electricity through her system. Relentless, he targeted the other one, sucking the turgid flesh, opening his mouth wide over the areola as if he wanted to take the entire mound into his mouth.
She spiraled toward inevitable release as his heated hand palmed her breast, kneading its softness and shaping it with his hands. His touch was gentle, yet firm, a formula perfectly calculated to drive her out of her mind. As his mouth continued the delicious sucking motion, his fingers tweaked the hardened nipple of the other breast.
A gasp broke from her lips, and she lifted her hips from the pillows toward him. Roarke angled his body and hit something deep inside her, made her beg in a hoarse whisper for the final thrust that would give her what she craved.
“Hold on to me,” he whispered roughly.
She couldn’t think. She could only feel, and she was burning up, hot, desperate. She kept her eyes closed, wrapping her arms around him as he instructed, lifting toward him with each downward stroke, clinging to him harder as their bodies moved faster. Faster.
She screamed. Loud. Curling her fingers into the sweat-dampened skin of his back. It was a cry of fulfillment. She knew for sure they must have heard her in the room next door. She’d never experienced an orgasm from penetration before, and her foggy brain fought to comprehend what had happened. Her body shuddered and seemed to break apart from too much sensation.
Several hard pumps of his hips later, spasms rippled through Roarke. With a groan, he drew back and slammed into her one more time, his spine stiffening as his body emptied. With a heavy breath, he collapsed on top of her.
Floating back down to Earth, a thought gripped Celeste.
Roarke was almost too good to be true. Good-looking, smart, a great conversationalist, and an affectionate, masterful lover.
She moaned as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
A foolish woman could easily find herself thinking she was already falling in love with him.
Chapter Four